The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, with memoir of the author.

CANTO III.] ROKEBY. 149
But, hark! our merry-men so gay
Troll forth another roundelay." —
SONG.
"A weary lot is thine, fair maid,
A weary lot is thine!
To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,
And press the rue for wine!
A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien,2
A feather of the blue,
A doublet of the Lincoln green,No more of me you knew,
My love!
No more of me you knew.
"This morn is merry June, I trow,
The rose is budding fain;
But she shall bloom in winter snow,
Ere we two meet again."
He turn'd his charger as he spake,
Upon the river shore,8
He gave his bridle-reins a shake,
Said, " Adieu for evermore,
My love!
And adieu for evermore." -4
1 [MS. - " our merry-mlen again
Are frolicking in blithesome strain."]
2 [MS.-" A laughing eye, a dauntless mien."]
a [MlS. — Upon tile {.Greta
3 [MS-.-" Upon the I Scottish } shore."]
4 The last verse of this song is taken from the fragment of